Time has always been one the most miraculous and mystifying experiences in life. How can something that supposedly never changes transcend so quickly and so slowly at the same time? Moments that occur in a fraction of a second can seem stretched out for eternity while great periods of time can pass by in a blink of an eye.
March marks my 6-month anniversary in Asia. Woahhh Baby. Recognizing that marker has inspired me to reflect on the past 6 months and beyond and the changes – or lack there of – that have developed. The moment my plane touched down in Cambodia, a slice of time I will never forget, seems like such a long time ago in relation to everything that I have learned (about the world and about myself) and seen. However, time also has a way of melting together into one ambiguous sworg (I know that “sworg” isn’t actually a word but for some reason it seems fitting). Now that I am completely settled (well except for buying a motorbike, a “to do” that I’ve put off since my electric bike was stolen in December) time and life flow in a constant and even flow, without any solid recognition of their passing. Without a weekend to step back and acknowledge the transition from one week to the next, or the changing of seasons to mark the quarters of the year, I live life on a day to day basis following the same routines and recognizing the passing of time only through the subtle realization (and sweaty evidence) that yes it is possible for it to get hotter in Saigon (Hot season eagerly awaits to torture us).
The laid back atmosphere is contagious here and the longer you’re here, the easier it is to accept and embrace it. In college, I was usually in bed on the weekends by 2AM at the latest, wishing there were 36 hours in day so that I stood a chance of getting everything done. In Saigon I find myself having a drink and bowl of peanuts with friends until the waking call of the rooster reminds us it’s time to sleep. Hours are spent talking or reading in cafes while hours at work are occupied with games and questions. Where is the stress? Funny enough though, after 6 months of bliss, I miss the stress and the marking of time. 6 months in, it’s Time to change the way time rolls here.